Sugarcane Poem 3

So, she fell with vigor
on him
wrapped in the wet skin of
summer downpour
her long white body
painted in splashes of mud
and the scars of
her clumsy youth
blurred trees in the
grey distance
vapid sugarcane column
marching
the deluge
they rapped against the pickup's
dented fender like roadkill come
back to life
his hungry throat
her sodden tits pressed into
the grey fur on his cheeks
roar of lesser gods overhead
soused in lust's rapacious embrace
in breath's water-logged
with blind abandon
she fell with him
into the flooded trails of
last Spring's tractors.

TA